I began 2011 laughing, & bonding with two of my favorite men: My bro and the Boy. (They’re both the loves of my life, no contest. They both also tend to make fun of me so I see a lot of tag-teaming in our future.)
There was also a lot of sneezing. (Apparently, I decided to end a decade and begin a new one with a head cold).
The first half of the day of the year consisted of all three of us sleeping in, and with my disbelief in how amazing my life is.
I don’t do resolutions. I also don’t do fairy-tales.
But my life?
As of this moment?
It has its ups and downs and so do I. (Oh boy, just ask the Boy). [“Real love isn’t romantic. It isn’t how nice he treats you. Real love is when you accept each other for the piece of crap you really are.” – Robert Kelly]
For the longest time, I’ve wanted stability and some sense of normal. My kind of normal.
The kind of normal where I am surrounded by people who love me for me (No pretenses or fake hypocrites).
The kind of normal where I know who I am, without forgetting who I was 5 minutes ago.
The kind of normal where I am excited to wake up in the morning and embrace life, even if it makes me curl up and cry.
The kind of normal where I will laugh my ass off watching stand-up comedy until tears are coming down my face with no shame. Repeatedly.
The kind of normal where I will binge on a TV show and feel completely lost the day I finish the last episode.
The kind of normal where I can finish a book in a night (because I’m crazy like that).
The kind of normal where I leap before I look but make damn sure my parachute is ready just in case.
The kind of normal that will make you go “Woman, are you crazy?” and love me for it at the same time.
The kind of normal that will make 2011 & beyond memorable.
1-1-11 is the beginning of a new decade and the ‘In Progress’ to my kind of normal life.
How did you begin your new decade?